He was polite.Emmalee: Good, but tired. Just got off work.MrSir: That’s good. Just curious, where do you work?Emmalee: Benny’s. It’s a lounge do...n the street.MrSir: I’ve been there. What’s your name?Emmalee: Emma. It’s short for Emmalee.. You can call me Em if you’d like to… What’s yours?MrSir: Beautiful name. And you will call me Sir.Odd. This one was demanding. Our conversation lasted over two hours, when I finally decided I needed to get to bed. He asked if we could meet sometime, and I told. . they are a 40 D and very soft. I would continue to rub you between my breasts and would lick the head as it came closer to me with each thrust. I would pause for a moment and then swirl my tongue around the head. I would move my mouth up and down; you would feel the pressure from me sucking you hard. I would then gently push you onto the couch that you were standing near.... I would crawl up onto it with you; may kiss you master? I would then straddle you as you lay back; my hair falling. Ivarson said, and then added, “and what else can you give me?”Red-faced, Brie held back a tear. She searched for an idea, then finally said, “You can touch one of my breasts.”Mr. Ivarson grinned and said, “That’s the spirit. Just remember, if I get in trouble because of you, you’ll get into more trouble, too. The school doesn’t like it when girls fool around with boys, and imagine how they will respond when they find out you’re super-orgasmic. But don’t worry, I will keep your secret.” Then he. Erica wriggles free of two cocks; she is on her knees... “Spray me boys…all together”It’s a fucking male blitzkrieg. Its Erica’s bukake moment. The spasmed sperm splash of every wanking and jerking Tom, Dick and Harry from the choir…plus a Mark and a Will… and her personal black skinned arse delighter… it all overflow like a berserk Soda-stream, too much internal built male pressure, too much syrup generated by a blatant brunette excitement machine. Cum lurched out fast through the boys siphon.